Post by Morik Alagrander on Jan 9, 2013 19:34:26 GMT -5
The radiant sun beamed down onto the heated ground, scalding any sort of plant-life that may have had the misfortune to brave the quest of growing in this wasteland. No doubt they saw this place as growing grounds due to the shade that would appear from the City's walls blocking the sun, but that would fade as the day went by and reveal the true nature of this barren ground, and how little to nothing could survive within its soil.
Another shadow was here, though.
A much smaller one, created by a man who had come under one objective, and a man who came many times before. His name was Morik, and his mission was simple. Scale the wall that obstructed him from the City's depths, gain entry to the very inner circle, and obliterate the place that gave birth to his new self. This was a mission easier created, however, than done. The walls were tall and rather smooth with only small indents created from the brutal wind that chipped away at their form. These were what he was forced to use to climb such a challenge.
Morik rolled his shoulders, ridding himself of whatever cricks he may have obtained as he made his way back to this wall, and then clapped his hands together, his armor clinking and rustling against itself as the plated coverings knocked. "Alright... Let's try this again." He mumbled to himself as he took a few feet back, then began a running sprint forward towards the wall, running up a four foot ramp of metal he had made and leaped off hard, going airborne for a second before slamming into the wall, making a loud thud as he grasped onto a small hole left printed into the metal barricading exiled from acceptance. With a exhale of air he sat there dangling for a moment, before looking up and grunting while swinging his left arm up to cleave it into another indent.
For the next fifteen minutes, this was what the first step of his arduous journey entailed. Foot over foot, hand over hand into the wall as he made his way upward. However, he had reached the spot he had every time before. A spot where there were no deep indents, the deepest being ones he had punched inward as an attempt to make more and get higher. As before, he punched his metal clad hands into the wall, making slight indents with every hit, but soon it was to a loss, for his grip loosened and he fell backwards. "CRAAAAAAAAAP!" He yelled as he plummeted back down to the earth; to reality. His fall was cushioned by mattresses and scrapped articles of clothing. After past attempts, he learned he would need a fallback plan for if he fell. Of course, there was only so high he could go before the fall would be fatal. "Son of a..." He almost swore as he slammed his fist into the cushion, then lay there in the sun for the next few minutes, his hood covering his face from the heat. "Looks like another trip back to the village again..." He sighed quietly before closing his eyes, resting.
Another shadow was here, though.
A much smaller one, created by a man who had come under one objective, and a man who came many times before. His name was Morik, and his mission was simple. Scale the wall that obstructed him from the City's depths, gain entry to the very inner circle, and obliterate the place that gave birth to his new self. This was a mission easier created, however, than done. The walls were tall and rather smooth with only small indents created from the brutal wind that chipped away at their form. These were what he was forced to use to climb such a challenge.
Morik rolled his shoulders, ridding himself of whatever cricks he may have obtained as he made his way back to this wall, and then clapped his hands together, his armor clinking and rustling against itself as the plated coverings knocked. "Alright... Let's try this again." He mumbled to himself as he took a few feet back, then began a running sprint forward towards the wall, running up a four foot ramp of metal he had made and leaped off hard, going airborne for a second before slamming into the wall, making a loud thud as he grasped onto a small hole left printed into the metal barricading exiled from acceptance. With a exhale of air he sat there dangling for a moment, before looking up and grunting while swinging his left arm up to cleave it into another indent.
For the next fifteen minutes, this was what the first step of his arduous journey entailed. Foot over foot, hand over hand into the wall as he made his way upward. However, he had reached the spot he had every time before. A spot where there were no deep indents, the deepest being ones he had punched inward as an attempt to make more and get higher. As before, he punched his metal clad hands into the wall, making slight indents with every hit, but soon it was to a loss, for his grip loosened and he fell backwards. "CRAAAAAAAAAP!" He yelled as he plummeted back down to the earth; to reality. His fall was cushioned by mattresses and scrapped articles of clothing. After past attempts, he learned he would need a fallback plan for if he fell. Of course, there was only so high he could go before the fall would be fatal. "Son of a..." He almost swore as he slammed his fist into the cushion, then lay there in the sun for the next few minutes, his hood covering his face from the heat. "Looks like another trip back to the village again..." He sighed quietly before closing his eyes, resting.
